I used to get in fights, I was a little shit in elementary, before my balls dropped, I was sacking all the older kids who did have balls to kick.
I eventually was educated as to my mistake when mine came in.
Anyways that's an aside.
Fast forward to grade 5. I had a smooth operation going, I would always make friends with a big kid in the grade, but in that grade, all the big kids were bullies, so that year I got in scraps a lot. It wasn't that bad really, I wasn't really picked on like some kids were. No bully ever fought me twice. Except for one, he was in grade 7.
After our first battle, i guess he didn't like the taste of humble pie. So after a few weeks I forgot all about him, and then one lunch,out of nowhere he ambushes me. We scrap for a bit till he grabs me, some kind of suplex, I can't see nothing and I'm fully pinned. So I do the only thing I can.
CHOMP.
Fight over. He's bawlin. Like Bawlin. The crowd circling our fight disperses and I gtfo outta there before a teacher comes along.

Remember the time I told you that meaningless story about sacking kids?
Yeah.
From then on my school nickname was Bag-Biter. It sucked at first, but after a while I realized ain't nobody even pretended to start shit with me.

So basically, this story is one of the worst things that ever happened to that kid, Jeremy. He didn't come to school for two weeks after that, and I got a slap on the wrist 1/2 day suspension.

When I was in primary school, I was bullied. Not your typical "teasing" bullying.
They chased me down the street with sticks and beat me until they were tired.

Haha a little depressing, yes?

Yea they never used sticks but it was pretty much that way with my schooling prior to high school. One kid would always beat me up and a lot of the time he would ask his 6 friends to join him. School sucked back then. >_>

Oh where to to start. I wont go too far back so lets go to 7th grade. I got stonned (no not high I got rocks and lots of them thrown at me I have scars on my face and shoulders because of it) by kids at school because they found out im atheist. Lets skip forward to 11th grade Kids set my car on fire then spray painted satanist symbols on it and my front door. I could list sooooo much more but im not even gona bother. I hate people now because of it and I guess people always hated me -_- Only one person has ever snuck into my heart and thats probably the way its gona stay

People who closes the door in middle of a mess, no matter what I say or feel. Those who even don't want to hear me out when I am telling something. Those who doesn't care about my apologizes. People who won't give me gratitude for supporting them. Stories that stays in an unfinished state without any good endings. Only bad endings and misunderstandings.